My sister decided she didn't want to go swimming today. No, instead she wanted to go ice skating. I was slightly reluctant due to still being injured but I haven't been skating for about 11 years!
For some reason I thought I could just get on the ice and wizz round fast like I used to do when I was a child and my dad, sister and I went together. My mum was too scared of falling.
I had to wear the manky hire skates, one of which had laces which weren't long enough to tie up. On standing in them I started wobbling about immediatly even before getting anywhere near the ice! Not what I was expecting at all.
Onto the the ice and omg! It's all slippy!!! What's happened to me? Why am I suddenly unable to skate?
Anyway, I worked at it, put some effort in, concentrated on what I was doing, mostly on what I was doing wrong so I wouldn't do it again and gradually my technique improved.
I had a few wobbly moments. No, scrub that, a lot of wobbly moments. There were a few young children on the ice. Two lads, both of which made very impressive dives onto the ice although I don't think they were intentional! I was very wary in going past them incase I took some fingers off. Of course.
Soon I was able to cross my legs but my technique is still a bit iffy. I've never been that good at going backwards and I'm still not. I nearly went down while executing one stopping manouver so went for another, easier one.
It took me over an hour before I went to ground. Boy had I needed that. It would have been good to get that over and done with from the start to remind myself I do know how to fall safely. I think I still need to fall a few more times so I know that one wasn't a fluke.
I thought about trying to copy one of the women figure skating around the ice but thought better of it. No need to make a tit of myself now!
In all, I was skating for about 90 minutes. I was glad I went. I'm enjoying spending more time with my sister at the moment. Just the two of us, how it sometimes used to be.
I didn't enjoy shopping with her afterwards though! In clothes shops she has to wander round, touching everything, picking everything up, examine it, keep hold of some items then walk round the whole shop again before spending an inordinate amount of time in the changing rooms trying clothes on. I told her it would probably be quicker just to head straight to the changing rooms and ask a member of staff to feed her ever item in the store to try on.
Maria phoned me eventually last night. We chatted about nothing much in particular. That was nice though. I still have deep feelings for her.
